Bishop Black's Journal, Entry #2
Dear D...Journal. I really wish I'd find that eraser I lost...
I don't know who first said that first impressions were everything, but the bloke...or dame...was definitely on to something.
So I arrived at the Lemuris station, and find out that Rosalyn was telling the truth...well, for the most part, at least. Dead trees here and there, a ton of abandoned lots, and some sections had been completely closed off. There were still a few buildings here and there, including a flower shop I passed on the way to the mayor's place, but a complete overhaul was definitely necessary.
Rosalyn is exactly as she described herself after I accepted the job: brown hair, a nice suit, and the aura of a lady that takes her job way too seriously. Okay, she didn't actually tell me that last one, but it was clear by all the documents she still held as she greeted me. We do a little bit of smalltalking, I give her this form that proves I'm legally changing location, and then we walk to my 'house'. And there's a good reason why I'm writing 'house' like that.
She leads me out of her place, I notice red-suited klutz that trips as we walk past, and then we stop at...another lot. Rosalyn freaks the freakity-freak out, since it was supposed to be built before I arrived. As the person who's supposed to rebuild everything single-handedly, I believed for all of two seconds that she'd actually called in someone. But on the bright side, it gave me a chance to demonstrate my skills live.
Using the parts recommended for the job, I made a quaint orange abode one story high that I could see myself living in. Then I decided that this wasn't going to be enough, and looked at what else was initially available. I decided to line my house with columns to help structural integrity, and added a fountain right next to a window and a lantern so I can watch the wild critters drink at night. I then found a bunch of cherub statues, and placed them on the outer walls until I was sure the place looked 100% scholarly...that's a word, right? Anyways, the thing I'll probably get the most odd remarks for is having two weather vanes and a lawn gnome at every corner. Well, until I get a TV and the weather network, I'd rather be able to check the wind from my front window instead of stepping outside and losing my cool hat to a big gust. The gnomes are entirely for appearance.
After I put my stuff inside (how the INTERIOR of buildings make themselves, I'm still not certain), we trotted back to Rosalyn's building, passing by a cute goth chick and what I assumed was a trucker. We talked a bit more, and deciding I need to practice making furniture, we headed to...a blank spot. Now, I understand that there was a foundation to build my house on, but there wasn't even a signpost indicating that this was where my workshop was going to be. After a heavy sigh from yours truly, I built a two-story shack with fancy windows and more of those cherub wall statues. And gnomes at every corner. I like gnomes, okay?
So I step inside, and using a blueprint given to me by Rosalyn...okay, I'm just gonna call her Rosy from now on; it's easier to spell. Back to the story, I make a simple chair, and then I step into my house to see where it would fit the best. Seeing a table with only one chair, I placed my new creation nearby in case I invited someone over for lunch. Rosy then told me she had a job and leaves, but I decided to take a little break and jot everything that happened before I go.
First impressions...this one sure wasn't the best I could've gotten, but it could be the start of something wonderful. It could also be a load of trash, but I'd rather assume that I'll do a decent job...half-decent at the very least.
End of Entry #2
